Virika: Agent K2

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K2 slammed his bag down. The knives and guns inside it rattled with the force. He thumped down on the sofa and leaned back, closing his eyes.

"He needs protection for her."

"From a mafia boss."

"Dammit!" He opened his eyes and roughly pulled his hair back, resting his joint hands behind his neck. Taking a deep sigh, he let his hands loose and placed them on his knees. He couldn't believe that boss could do this to him.

He had told him that this mission would be the last. He wanted to live his life too. He loved his father and wanted to fulfill his last wish of him becoming an agent too and he did that. For seven years, he took all the jobs that the agency gave him without a question. He loved his work but he can't do illegal work now.

Getting up, he went to the kitchen to make himself coffee. The kitchen was a small one but comparing to the one bedroom flat, it was decent. Taking milk out from the refrigerator, he let it boil before adding coffee and sugar. He liked his coffee sweet, with milk and sugar.
Pouring the liquid into his cup, he let the saucepan cool, before washing it and letting it dry.

K2 entered his bedroom with the cup in his hands. Switching on the lights, he grabbed the AC remote and turned it on. It was not that hot but it wasn't that cold either. You would need AC to cool you down even in the autumn of Delhi.

"Why can't they show a good movie!" K2 groaned as he sipped his coffee while searching for a good movie to watch. After 5 minutes of not finding anything, he settled on The Notebook.

But even before the movie could begin, he turned off the TV. He could watch romantic movies but not the cliché romantic. He found movies which are totally romantic, irritating and frustrating. An action or thriller with a hint of romance could do. Keeping the cup on the bedside table, he laid down on the bed and covered himself with the duvet. As soon as his  eyes closed, he drifted off to sleep.

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K2 woke with a jerk as he heard his phone ringing. Groaning, he tapped his hands blindly on the table till he found his phone. He placed the phone on his ear as he answered the call.

"Yes?" He heard shuffling on the other side.

"K2, in my office in half an hour." Mr. Srivastava spoke.

"Fine." Hanging the call, he got up. He knew better than to argue with the old man. He took his used cup and placed it in the sink. Not bothering to change his clothes, K2 took his bike keys and locked the house behind him.

He went towards his garage and opened it through it's keys. The garage opened without a sound and showed the all the vehicles of K2. A smirk made its to his face as he looked at his collection. His favourite Royal Enfield Classic Stealth Black along with Kawasaki Ninja standing in glory with his Lamborghini Aventador Satin Black and White Toyota Fortuner TRD.
Of course, his job paid him very well but his vehicles took nearly 75% of income and 50% of his father's money which he had left for him. His house was way too small than his garage but he could care less. His love for these beasts would never die.

Being in the mood of riding his favourite, K2 took his Royal Enfield out of the garage. He closed the garage and straddled his bike. Turning on the engine, he took great satisfaction in the loud rumble of this beauty which he heard after about one month. Putting the helmet and gear, he made his way to the agency.

Traffic was light at this time which was a surprise and K2 took full opportunity of empty roads. Reaching the agency, he showed his identity card, and verified his iris scan and finger print before going inside. He parked his bike in the parking and took off the helmet. Placing it on the petrol tank, he got off the bike and went inside. People knew better than to steal his belongings.

Opening Mr. Srivastava's cabin door, K2 saw that he was not in the room. Not in the mood to go fetch him, he sat down in front of his chair and took out his phone. He opened his Instagram and was surprised to see 1000 followers. He was not a fool. He didn't share his photos or locations ever. It was a page of his cars and bikes. You can say he likes to show off.

"Sorry, I was at the reception." Mr. Srivastava apologized as he entered the room. He took his seat in front of K2 and clasped his hands together.

"You called...?" K2 drawled out as he looked at his boss.

"You are going to do the mission, right? I have already told them yes and gave your name. I know it's illegal when it involves a Mafia boss but it is going to pay you very well. The father is desperate for protection and will give any amount. You can al-"

"Just stop. I'll do it." K2 cut off his ramble.

Mr. Srivastava looked at him shocked. He knew when K2 made his mind up, no one can ever make him change his decision. He thought it would be difficult to get him to yes but it proved quite easy.

"You are?" Mr. Srivastava posed again to be double sure. K2 looked at him with a no non-sense look and got up.

"When to get on board?" He asked as he looked into his boss's eyes. Mr. Srivastava got up too and walked to stand in front of K2.

"I'll let him know that you agreed and request all the information." Mr. Srivastava spoke before he took a long sigh. He placed his hand on K2's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. " I know you wanted to end all this after your last mission. How you wanted to live your own life after living your father's. I promise you after this one, there's never going to be more. I'll let you off the hook with so many zeros that you will not gonna need to work anymore."

K2 looked into his eyes deeply before giving a nod of appreciation. He appreciated that...... really, really appreciated that.

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